Things I Want To Do When I’m In 

Things I Want To Do When I’m In A Fog With You

If I find myself walking in a fog, baby,

was I dreaming?

You are next to me,

standing in the heart of the city.

If this were to be a dream,

can I close my eyes

and land the tip of my finger

on your skin,

for a touch?

Passing the fog with me,

you turned around smiling

without noticing what that was

attached to your cheek—

a daisy,

swinging,

sprout out of my touch.

Things I Want To Do When I’m In A Fog With You